We were invited to a super bowl party, and planned on going for awhile. Kids were welcome, but we lined up a sitter because we never get out without them.
Our alarm system at Somerset went off about an hour before we were supposed to leave.
Not good.
Honestly, I wasn’t too worried since anything valuable had already been stolen the other day. But it’s never fun wondering if one of your homes was broken into all night. So we decided I should make the 30 minute, one-way drive and check on it, arriving back just in time to hop out the door to the part.
I have no idea what triggered the alarm, but there was clearly no entry. So it was a touch and go at Somerset and back home.
The super bowl party was… a super bowl part, but with kids. I’m pretty anti-social, so hanging out with a bunch of people I literally have never met isn’t exactly my idea of a good time. But I did manage to find a couch in the living room where nobody else was congregating, partially watch the game, and text with some real estate friends while Kaitlin socialized.
Apparently the hostess said to her at one point that she “wishes I felt more comfortable” there. Sitting alone, not having to make small talk with people I don’t know and likely won’t ever see again… yeah, I can’t get more comfortable than that.
I don’t care about sports. I don’t watch them at all. Sure, I’d have liked to see the 49ers win, but I won’t lose sleep over it or think about it ever again.